Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

You are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that your pipe is smoking you; you are exhaling yourself in bluish clouds. You feel just fine in this position, and only one thing gives you worry or concern: how will you ever be able to get out of your pipe?

For me, Romanticism is the most recent and the most current expression of beauty.

Every healthy man can do without food for two days — but without poetry, never!

I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the subject of a perpetual dialogue I have with my soul.

There are women who inspire you with the desire to conquer them and to take your pleasure of them; but this one fills you only with the desire to die slowly beneath her gaze.

What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?